PRM: seriously, can you think of someone you would NOT rather have as president than sarah palin? any random person. for example. LL cool J.
me: don’t even have to think about that one. LL cool J, hands down. madonna?
PRM: oh fuck yes. try to think of one you’d actually have to stop and think about.
me: uhhhh… prince. i’m probably going ot pick prince, but i’m at least going to have to think about that one for a minute.
PRM: he is a wierd motherfucker. i mean, when he gives press conferences, he’s going to be wearing a bag over his head and answer questions like “are you going to bomb iran?” with the sound of a bell.
me: that’s pretty fucked up.
PRM: as as fucked up as that would be, it’s probably less fucked up than the answer sarah palin would have.
me: true. if it was between W and palin, i’d vote W. that wouldn’t even be tough. the only person i can think of i might want less is dick cheney.
PRM: is that fucker still alive?
me: good point. if he’s dead, my vote is for weekend at bernie’s.
so my plan for election night is to have people over, let the kids stay up late, keep the tv tuned to comedy central’s stewart/colbert election coverage, and party. i may be drowning my sorrows, but the last week of polls has me getting my hopes up that the milfy retarded lying sack of shit actually scares america more than the black man. everybody’s welcome. if you voted. even if you voted republican! (if you didn’t vote, go fuck yourself. especially if you love in a swing state. i’m talking to you, half-dozen friends in colorado.) anyway. beer and party food. it gives me a chance to make all the recipes that didn’t make the final cut for the thanksgiving if-you’re-on-call-like-PRM-and-can’t-go-home-come-pretend-you’re-family-and-stuff-your-face-with-us extravaganza. like ethiopian pickled green beans. shut up, you love it. meatballs in a chile-cranberry sauce. that’s actually going to get me to pull my crockpot out of hiding. oh, and in honor of the white house turning into the black house, fried chicken and watermelons. because we’re progressive like that.
